The moment he came home from patrol, Dick has been clinging to you like glue. When you get up, he gets up. You sit down, he sits down. Always keeping at least one part of him touching you in some way, whether it be an arm around the waist or just holding your hand. Right now you're trying to make you both something to eat for dinner, and while your standing by the stove to cook he's behind you, arms around your waist and his face buried into the crook of your neck.